I just spent almost 2 weeks traveling around the southwest with a buddy...
We saw the Grand Canyon: north and south rim.
We drove the great, historical route 66.
We received excellent straight razor shaves at a little barbershop south of Vegas.
We paid an Indian 3 dollars to spray a water bottle on the ground to show us "dinosaur tracks".
We watched one of the most hilariously amateurish gunfight reenactment shows imaginable in Tombstone.
We walked around Monument Valley feeling like John Wayne.
We drove through a polygamous community (we stopped for gas and the first thing I heard when I walked inside the station was one woman, in a homemade dress from her neck to her feet, say to another similarly attired woman: "...so we finally decided to have one of us be in charge of the schooling, and the other one be in charge of the cleaning...")
We bought machetes at a convenience store.
We laid in the middle of the highway, in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere in Utah and enjoyed one of the most amazing views of the stars I've ever seen.
I ate a green chili burger with fries, a 1/2 pound hot dog, and the buffet at the Bellagio.
With the exception of those three meals however, I ate on plan every day, all day. I mostly ate food I bought at stores and cooked myself, but also ate a number of other meals at restaurants. Alllllll of which were healthy and beautiful.
I walked my ass off all over the southwest.
I arrived home at 5:30am this morning, and at 8:00am I got up and made the journey across town to the old folks home.
And the scale said this: 549 lbs.
I went on a 12 day vacation...
that included 5 days in Vegas...
and I came back 28 pounds later.
I saw a lot of milestones on this trip, but I didn't pass the sweetest one until I got home.